Months later

There were few things in the world that Jon loved more than fucking Lysa Tully’s ass. He took her heavily pregnant body from behind at a brutal pace, just as she loved from him and Lysa was moaning wantonly. He reached down and squeezed a milk-swollen tit with one hand whilst he rubbed her clit with the other, never slowing his aggressive pace in her ass.

He had her like this nearly every day and every night, finding that he could not end or begin the day without satiating himself of the whore that carried his bastard child. It was surprisingly easy how Jon managed to make the woman so utterly subservient to him, the years of neglect had left the woman with an obsession for having any kind of attention, something Jon was willing to lavish on her in the most lurid ways. The woman lived for his affections, however he chose to grant them, and would do anything for him, more than once declaring she would commit **** if he so asked.

Lysa’s ass squeezed him delightfully , yet it was her who reached her peak first, screaming out declarations of love and adoration. “My Prince...ugh...Gods, you make my ass fell so good! Now and always! I’m yours! YOURS!”

Groaning with pleasure, Jon unloaded his seed deep into her ass before collapsing onto her back. They rolled onto her side quickly, Lysa throwing a leg over Jon’s hip as they lay together, his cock still buried in her ass, his hands casually cradling her swollen stomach.

Lysa reached over her shoulder and pulled his head to hers in a passionate kiss. Jon bit down on her bottom lip enough to draw blood and a wanton mewl of pleasure from the woman. Jon grinned in delight. “You know, I’ve had a thought,”

Lysa had her eyes closed, but kept herself close to Jon. “What’s that My Prince?”

“I think you should travel to Winterfell to give birth.”

Lysa turned to him then, frowning. “Why?”

“To be with your sister of course,” he grinned, caressing her breast, his thumb working over the nipple, “I don’t feel content without both Tullys full with my bastards.”

“Aren’t I enough?” There was worry in her voice, “I can...I can do better, give you more...let you fuck me wherever you want...”

Jon hushed her with another kiss, slowly working his hardening cock further into her cum soaked ass, “you’ll always be my first and favourite breeding bitch, but I desire more,” he slowly increased the pace and **** of his thrusts, earning a yelp of pleasure from the woman, “you’ll help me, won’t you?”

“Yes...” Lysa moaned softly, turning to kiss him desperately, “I’ll..” she kissed him again, “help you fuck her...breed her...keep her fat with your bastard, and then...” her tongue was wild in his mouth, “and then...we can both stay here, serving you...forever.”